Fighter of the Destiny

On the way back from thousands of miles south, Xu Yourong would cast the Holy Light Technique on Chen Changsheng's behalf every once in a while to isolate his aura from the world.

While passing through Beishan County, she also gave Chen Changsheng two blood transfusions.

She has consumed too much of her mind, her true energy, and the most precious Tianfeng True Blood and Holy Light.

Moreover, in order to save Chen Changsheng on Hanshan Mountain, she took the Sword of Heaven and suffered serious injuries.

But she still couldn't catch a break.

At this time, she stood quietly in the Hall of Light because it allowed her to recover faster, especially where she could get the supplement of holy light.

Moreover, this place is the closest to there, only separated by a wall. If something happens, she can blast through that wall and rush over in the shortest possible time.

At this time, the Pope and Chen Changsheng were talking there.

There are stars in the sky, and Kyoto seems to be shrouded in silver water. There are eaves everywhere in the depths of the palace, and relatively more of the night remains.

Chen Changsheng lifted the blanket, but did not stand up from the wheelchair.

He lowered his head and carefully folded the blanket into a small square. Then he raised his head, looked at the Pope and said, "Uncle Master, who am I?"

He asked Old Man Tianji this question.

The answer Old Man Tianji gave him was affirmative, but not accurate enough.

The Pope looked at him quietly for a long time. Just when Chen Changsheng thought that he still couldn't get an accurate answer like the previous times, the Pope slowly spoke: "When I first received the letter from your master, I thought you were your nephew who came to Beijing for treatment. , curing the disease is to cultivate the body, and you cultivate to your heart's content, so I didn't show up."

Listening to these words, Chen Changsheng recalled what happened after he first entered Kyoto two and a half years ago, and vaguely understood that Master's letter should have been sent to Kyoto before he entered the National Education Academy.

The Pope walked behind him and pushed the wheelchair toward the temple. On both sides of the stone steps were ramps carved with flowing cloud patterns. The wheels rolled on them, making a very rhythmic rattle, just like the Pope. The voice at this time was calm and full of emotion: "It wasn't until Melisa found me later that I realized that he had also received a letter."

The palace was very quiet at night. The clear water in the pool reflected the starlight, casting mottled clear light on the stone walls and pillars. The dense green leaves swayed gently, so beautiful that they were almost eerie.

"To be honest, until now, I don't know what your master wants to do."

The Pope let go of his wheelchair, walked to the poolside, picked up a wooden ladle, filled half the ladle with water, and began to water the green leaves.

The starlight fell from the glass on the top of the hall and fell on the linen clothes worn by the Pope, as if writing countless incomprehensible runes.

Chen Changsheng looked at his slightly bowed body and asked after a moment of silence: "You don't know what he wants to do, so why would you help him?"

"I know very well that what you want to know most is why your master sent you to Beijing...if you are really Prince Zhaoming."

The clear water in the wooden ladle fell into the basin, making a gurgling sound. It did not cover up the Pope's voice, but was more like a background.

"What your master wants to do in this life is very simple, which is to invite Tianhai from the throne, or drive him down, and return the throne to the Chen family. I think...he must have had this consideration in letting you enter the capital. .As of today, I have vaguely guessed your master’s intention, but I’m still not sure.”

"Back then, in the massacre at the National Education College, it was said that you personally killed my master, uncle. Now it seems that is certainly not true."

The pope's voice was as soft and pleasant as running water: "Your master and I are the only two people who are orthodox in the state religion. How could I bear to kill him? Besides, even though he was seriously injured by Tianhai in the palace, I didn't want to kill him. An easy thing... I originally thought this matter would be hidden like this forever, but I never expected that you would come to Kyoto."

Chen Changsheng said: "Because I came to Kyoto, because of Master's letter, and because you want to take care of me, the Holy Queen will easily find out that my Master is still alive."

"It is said that Old Man Tianji can understand the way of heaven, and that black robes have unparalleled schemes. In fact, your master is the real schemer. Not to mention what his real purpose is in sending you to Beijing, it is only said that he deliberately let Tianhai know that he is still alive. The fact is equivalent to tearing a crack between me and Tianhai, and that crack will get bigger and bigger."

"Since this crack cannot be bridged, the suspicion between you and the Holy Queen will eventually turn into hostility."

"Yes, once there is hostility, once the hostility of the other party is detected, then when they stand opposite each other, they will become enemies."

"Doesn't this mean that Master is taking advantage of your kindness to him to force you to stand on his side?"

Chen Changsheng looked at the Pope's back and found that he was becoming more and more stooped, looking more and more like a tired old man. His voice subconsciously became lower, just like his mood at this time.

The pope's voice remained calm: "I said that your master is the real planner. In his view, anything can be sacrificed in order to achieve the goal."

After hearing this, Chen Changsheng felt even more depressed and said, "Why is this so?"

The pope let go of the handle of the wooden ladle, picked up the dry towel next to the basin, wiped his hands, and said: "Back then, I turned against your master because of my different views on the world. Now your master has used all his means to I was forced to stand on his side, but I could accept it calmly because time has changed many things, and Tianhai and I have different views on the world."

Chen Changsheng remembered the conversation they had in this night palace after coming out of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books.

"I now also think Tianhai should abdicate."

The pope's voice rang out in the night palace. The sound was not loud, but high up in the extremely distant night sky, it seemed as if there was a thunder.

The hall was silent except for the sound of the wooden ladle hanging in the air pouring water into the green leaves in the basin.

I don't know how much time passed before Chen Changsheng spoke again: "What about me? What role am I playing? Why have you and Archbishop Merissa taken such good care of me in the past two years?"

"I can only guess at your master's thoughts. Melisa should know more, but you have to believe that this old man who has returned to the sea of ​​stars will not harm you. His thoughts are not exactly the same as your master's. He insists that you will suffer a lot in the process, but you will also gain a lot."

"benefit?"

"Melisa believes that only this method can cure your disease."

"Can my disease be cured?" Chen Changsheng's voice trembled slightly.

The Pope walked up to the wheelchair, looked into his eyes, and said in a voice as calm as water: "Destiny can be changed, let alone just an illness?"

Chen Changsheng calmed down quickly, looked at the Pope and asked seriously: "Uncle, you have known that I am sick for a long time."

"Yes," the pope said.

Chen Changsheng's expression became more serious: "So, do you also know about that matter?"

This is the deepest part of the palace, the most quiet and even dark. Only the colored glass on the top of the palace can shed some starlight.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, his woolen blankets folded into neat little squares placed beside his legs, and his clothes were thin.

Time passed and stars moved, and the brightest star Long Xiang in the night sky came to the top of the Night Palace at some unknown time. The starlight fell through the glass and fell on him.

The starlight was softer than snowflakes, and it fell silently. However, for some reason, there seemed to be a slight chirping sound, as if something was ignited.

That was when Chen Changsheng used the starlight to ignite the little starlight left in his body.

All the meridians in his body have been broken, and the true energy generated in the Youfu or the snowfield has nowhere to escape and is colliding in all directions.

Soon, his body became hot, and his face and neck exposed outside his clothes, including his hands, became a little red.

Looking at it with the eyes, it was light pink, but in his body, it was blood red, because it meant that his body was bleeding inside.

As his body temperature got higher and higher, his skin became redder and redder, turning from an illusion of health into a ghost. At the same time, a very light breath emanated from the countless pores on the surface of his body and his facial features. He came out, danced in the night wind, and came to the front of the Pope.

The pope's expression suddenly changed, and the endless stars in his deep eyes turned into a violent galaxy in an instant.

In those eyes, there was no longer any kind emotion, only strong indifference and cold will.